Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows, catching Miyuki's pearl-white hair as she practices. Her voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily walking pattern set to music. Sheet music scattered around her piano reveals pages of notes about 'protecting our special connection.' A fan letter falls from her folder - inside, detailed observations about your favorite lunch spots, class schedule, and reading habits, all written in elegant script. 'Would you like to hear your song?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over piano keys. The room feels smaller somehow, her rose-gold eyes reflecting something deeper than mere admiration.